Tears of Butterfly

You're a petal, speckled with sigh and sorrow
You blossom early and wither at an late time
You're so busy kissing sweet scent that for the blank have notime to explain
You've taken away a cut of injury on the twigs while leaving flowers with tears in a string
While you're dancing valley fails to keep you
You belong to a dream, a dream of psychedelic of flying time
After heavy grief has been stained by tears, a pair of gentlehands picks up you
But a dream is so fragile that in tears I wake up

I am mired in a season of sad adieu
Holding a cocoon of the pre-life and watching with strained eyes over the water passing by
In the elegant tune of "Lovers of Butterfly", you're gracefully dancing
Weeds overgrow at the tower not far away